Word: dad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Last autumn my dad was mortal sick, and the doctor gave us a priority order for extra coal to keep him warm. The coal came five weeks after we buried him. Mum was sick too. The doctor gave us another priority order. She died in March; her coal came three weeks later. What do you do? You can't refuse coal, even if the reason for it is gone. At least Dad's coal helped...
When it came time for Bob to go to college, Chappuis Sr. said he didn't care where Bob went so long as it wasn't Ohio State. Dad just didn't like Ohio State. Bob chose Michigan, which is only 56 miles from Toledo...
...Delt house, where he is president for the second year, he is a sharp bridge player and a whizz at cribbage. His card sense helps augment his G.I. allotment and the $50 a month he gets from his dad, who is an executive in a Toledo, O., porcelain-products company. On the practice field, Chappuis is very "coachable," which is exceptional in a senior. Chappuis learns easily, just as he does in the classroom, where he makes a C-plus average seemingly without ever opening a book...
...When Dad Was Young. It was at the family dinner table that Bob Chappuis first heard about football. His dad had once played quarterback for Denison U., and like most fathers, liked to recall how good he was. The story Bob liked best was dad's quarterback sneak: "Mind you, I weighed only 135 Ibs. then. . . . I took the ball on my own 20, broke into the clear. The secondary had me trapped by the sidelines. . . . I spun away from one tackier . . . then another. . . ." The story grew each year; in the most recent version, dad ran from...
...through their emotional mumps and ideological measles (bursts of radicalism here, seizures of Oxonian ambitions there). He is their idol, up to a point. When son Jimmy, at 13, wrote a piece of music (he goes in for pretty serious stuff), his mother suggested that he show it to Dad. "Aw," said Jimmy, "he'd just want to write the lyrics...